Mexico City’s Magical Mix — intelligenttravel.nationalgeographic.com

I’d never missed Mexico City so much as during this past interminable winter in New York. During the weeks before our departure date, I badly needed a haircut, but I didn’t get one because on my first day in the D.F.—the Distrito Federal, as locals call Mexico City—I wanted to go to my favorite barbershop, and maybe you should go too, for an authentic Mexican experience. Paris Marinne, in posh Polanco, is a humble place with a barber pole outside. Inside are old-fashioned barber chairs, usually filled with executive types. As soon as you come in, you’re offered a drink—tequila or whiskey—which they’ll keep refilling as long as you’re there. If you stay for a shave, that can be a couple of hours.

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